Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 239: You’re Dead! Flame Trace Sword!

"They’ve arrived!"

Luo Cheng remembered that today marked the start of the auction. He changed into a clean set of clothes and stepped forward to open the courtyard gate.

"Young Master Luo Cheng... Ah!"

Outside the gate stood the beautiful maid who had received Luo Cheng a few days ago. As she saw the gate open, she was just about to bow and greet him, but when her eyes met Luo Cheng’s, her face suddenly turned deathly pale. She stumbled back several steps, her delicate body trembling slightly.

"This... this is sword momentum! How does he possess such powerful sword momentum...?"

The beautiful maid’s heart quivered, her palms moist with cold sweat.

In that instant their eyes met, she felt an overwhelming, terrifying aura rushing toward her, as though in the next moment her head and body would be separated!

Though she herself was only at the Body Tempering Realm, her experiences at Lingyun Pavilion had broadened her horizons. She could immediately tell that this was an exceptionally fearsome sword momentum!

Such an oppressive presence—before this, she had only ever sensed it from a seasoned Awakening Vein Realm swordsman!

And yet, how old was Luo Cheng?

Luo Cheng knew this phenomenon was due to the breakthrough in his Sword Dao Realm.

The changes in the Sword Dao Realm affected more than just the power of sword techniques. A swordsman’s aura, and even their very soul, could transform along with it.

An exceptionally skilled swordsman could convey lethal intent with nothing but their gaze, just as if they were an unparalleled treasure sword, capable of claiming lives with ease!

Activating the Primordial Breath Technique, Luo Cheng’s demeanor returned to its usual calm. He said, "Lead the way!"

"Yes, young master, this way please..."

The beautiful maid’s tone grew increasingly deferential, and she didn’t dare to lift her head, exuding the utmost reverence.

Previously, she had merely regarded Luo Cheng as a distinguished guest of Lingyun Pavilion.

Now, however, a natural awe and admiration for the strong welled up in her heart!

A moment later, the two arrived at the auction hall in the center of Lingyun Pavilion.

The auction hall was a grand circular structure, built with imposing majesty. The walls were inlaid with gold and Luminous Pearls, radiating brilliance that was enchanting and dazzling!

At this moment, the entire auction hall was abuzz with voices. People were gathering from all directions, many of them Outer Sect disciples in their teens, as well as numerous roaming martial artists.

Luo Cheng followed the maid into the auction hall.

As soon as he entered, Luo Cheng immediately sensed several icy stares.

"Kid, you came after all!"

At the entrance, five young men were waiting there. Seeing Luo Cheng, they directly stepped in front of him. The leader among them was none other than Chen Gong, one of the top hundred disciples of the Fierce Cloud Sect!

Chen Gong stared at Luo Cheng with malice and sneered:

"I thought you’d run off! What’s the matter? Is Yan Qingshuang not here to protect you today?"

Luo Cheng replied indifferently, "Why would I run? Just you few—it seems you’re not qualified to make me flee."

Chen Gong’s eyes narrowed, his anger turning into icy laughter, his gaze openly filled with murderous intent:

"Heh heh! Good! Very good! You’ve got guts! I’ll see how long you can last in Linjiang City!"

Luo Cheng sneered: "Not long, maybe three to five months at most."

Chen Gong’s expression darkened.

Three to five months—he didn’t have the time to waste here for that long!

At that moment, another group of young people walked into the auction hall.

There were three of them in total, each wearing the uniform of an Outer Disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect. The person on the far left had a tall and lean build with rugged joints; he was none other than Cheng Junxian, a disciple of the Crown Prince Hall, whom Luo Cheng had defeated before!

On the right was Ren Qian’s younger brother, Ren Xiaoguang. After nearly half a month of recovery, his injuries had mostly healed, though his face still appeared slightly pale.

As for the one in the middle, he was a swordsman youth with sharp, sword-like eyebrows, his eyes gleaming with a penetrating brilliance. His presence was so commanding that people instinctively avoided him.

"Luo Cheng!"

A group of people blocking the entrance was conspicuous, and Ren Xiaoguang and Cheng Junxian spotted Luo Cheng instantly. Both their faces grew grim, exuding palpable murderous intent.

Ren Xiaoguang, in particular, seemed ready to burst. His eyes were wide with rage.

The last time, Luo Cheng had broken all four of his limbs, leaving him bedridden for half a month. His hatred for Luo Cheng burned so fiercely that not even all the waters of Luoyan River could wash it away!

"So, you’re that Luo Cheng... Nothing special."

The swordsman youth in the middle glanced at Luo Cheng and smirked coldly, as if he were looking at the already-dead. His gaze then shifted to Chen Gong, and a faint smile curved his lips:

"Chen Gong, it’s been two months. I wonder how much you’ve progressed."

Chen Gong’s expression grew complicated.

He recognized the other person.

This was Qin Ming, an Outer Disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect! Ranked forty-third among the Xuanyuan Sect’s Outer Disciples, his Sword Dao Realm had reached High-level Sword Heart, and his Fast Sword technique was particularly deadly, killing with exquisite subtlety!

Two months ago, they had crossed swords, and Chen Gong had held out for over thirty moves before narrowly losing!

"Qin Ming, last time I lost to you only because I was careless. Next time, you won’t be so lucky! Moreover, Luoxia Sect’s first disciple, Yan Qingshuang, is here as well. If you’ve come for the Flame Trace Sword, it won’t be so easy."

Unwilling to be overshadowed by Qin Ming, Chen Gong had deliberately brought up Yan Qingshuang to dampen the other’s momentum.

Qin Ming smirked coldly: "Yan Qingshuang, huh? The first disciple of Luoxia Sect, supposedly the best swordsman among the young Outer Sect disciples of the Three Sects. Sooner or later, I’ll face her in battle! We’ll see if her sword is sharper, or if mine is faster!"

At this, Ren Xiaoguang could no longer contain his fury. He stepped forward and snarled at Luo Cheng:

"You trash! I can’t believe you dared to come here alone!"

Luo Cheng cast a sidelong glance at him: "It seems the last lesson wasn’t enough for you. Next time, it won’t just be broken arms and legs."

Ren Xiaoguang was so enraged he nearly exploded, turning toward Qin Ming in desperation: "Qin Ming, my brother instructed you to protect me! Kill this brat for me!"

The beautiful maid, noticing the increasingly tense atmosphere, quickly stepped forward and said:

"Gentlemen, the auction is about to begin. Please take your seats."

Qin Ming shot a piercing glance at Luo Cheng but turned and walked toward the audience area.

Ren Xiaoguang glared at Luo Cheng one last time, fuming. "You trash, you’re dead!"

As the three walked away, Chen Gong chuckled: "I didn’t expect so many people want you dead."

He had initially believed that Qin Ming, being a fellow Xuanyuan Sect disciple, might stand up for Luo Cheng.

If that had been the case, things would have gotten complicated.

But now, it seemed that wasn’t the case at all.

Not only did Qin Ming not intend to help, but it seemed he wanted Luo Cheng to die just as much as Chen Gong did!

Luo Cheng responded coolly: "It’s true that there are many who want me dead. Unfortunately, in the end, it’s always they who die."

"Heh, we’ll see about that."

Realizing that this wasn’t the time or place to act, Chen Gong stopped talking. With a cold glint in his eyes, he led the disciples of the Fierce Cloud Sect away.

Seeing the tension dissolve, the beautiful maid let out a breath of relief and led Luo Cheng to a private room directly opposite the auction platform.

The private room wasn’t large but was furnished with several Demon Beast Skin soft chairs and a Green Jade Table adorned with a variety of exquisite refreshments and fruits. The walls were decorated with landscape paintings and a massive crystal panel.

"Young Master, if you need anything, please just let me know. I’ll be waiting just outside the private room," said the beautiful maid.

Luo Cheng nodded and, recalling the discussion between Qin Ming and the others, asked, "What grade is the Flame Trace Sword?"

"The Flame Trace Sword is a top-grade Three-star Treasure Sword. It arrived at our Lingyun Pavilion branch in Linjiang City just a few days ago and is one of the highlight items of this auction," the maid explained.

"A top-grade Three-star Treasure Sword!"

Luo Cheng’s eyes lit up, and he asked, "What price do you estimate for this sword at auction?"

The beautiful maid pondered for a moment before replying:

"Typically, the final price for a top-grade Three-star Treasure Sword ranges between fifteen and twenty million."

"However, I heard from Steward Ye that this particular sword is considered the crème de la crème among Three-star Treasure Swords. It was originally a non-sale item meant for display at the Imperial City Lingyun Pavilion. Yet, it was suddenly transferred here just days ago. Plus, with the year-end approaching, competition is fiercely heightened. The final auction price may well exceed twenty million!"

"Twenty million..."

Luo Cheng frowned.

He currently only had about a thousand Essence Energy Pills with him—equivalent to ten million—which he had gathered by extorting from people like Han Xuan.

The beautiful maid seemed to discern Luo Cheng’s concern and smiled: "Young Master Luo Cheng is a VIP at our Lingyun Pavilion. Steward Ye specifically instructed that you may use your auction advances. The assets you’ve put up for auction are estimated at a value of 110 million. You can directly leverage this credit to participate in the bidding."

"Is that so? Thank Steward Ye for me!"

Luo Cheng was elated. He was now fully determined to obtain the Flame Trace Sword!